Pyxis sat in his greenhouse, some of the final blooms of spring were popping up as the seasons turned to summer. He happily snipped away, humming softly to himself as he did. He'd been hearing about the Gala recently, hoping that Angora would order some flowers from him so he could get some carats. He snipped some roses, maybe displaying those would help. He moved onto the peonies and crocuses, both having vibrant colors as well. His absent mindedness caused him...
